“Cause it helps me and ’members me of Jesus,” was her answer.
“Why do you want to be reminded of Jesus?” I asked.
“Cause Him died so I could go to Heaven.”
“Why do you want to go to Heaven.”
“To see Jesus,” was the prompt reply.
We parted at the corner of the street, Clarissa going on, and I standing to listen until her song died away in the distance. Then I turned to find the ugly mountain gone and beautiful Faith resting where it had been so lately.
How many of you, I wonder, are going to become mountain movers from to-day? Remember, a loving word, a gentle act, a little bit of self-denial on your part, may move some ugly mountain out of your brother’s or sister’s or companion’s road, and make the holy angels glad because you love Jesus.
Do not forget, when you kneel down to pray, to ask Jesus to bless me, and give me every day more love to himself, so that I can have more and still more for all of you.
Lovingly your friend,
Lillie E. Barr,